Fleeting

As the seasons change I can smell the decay Of the flowers That peaked their heads in May And you can see the sun As it shines on everyone Lose a little of its brilliance Day after passing day And you can feel the dampness In the air that surrounds us As the corn stocks Reach high up to the sky And this time of year Reminds me dear That every moment's a souvenir Cause it's fleeting All the time And this map upon my face It bears new lines To show the places I have been And fairly soon I'll head on home And face the moulding hands That took me in My friends And this time of year Reminds me dear That every moment's a souvenir You choose a book Flip the page Skim through the chapters And put it away Cause it's fleeting All the time As the seasons change I can smell the decay Of the flowers That peaked their heads in May And this time of year Reminds me dear That every moment's a souvenir You choose a book Flip the page Skim through the chapters And put it away Cause people die And people change The landscape just erodes away Cause it's fleeting All the time